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Storms race across the wide fields and low forested hills of the Cowlitz Prairies on a wild day in March, their shadows swirling over the landscape like living inkblots. This wild sky is reflected in marshes, lakes, and distant rivers that cut through the wide plain on their way from snow capped peaks in the Cascade Mountains to the waiting briny depths of the Pacific Ocean.